Hey guys! I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving! I did, and I got some work done too. I have some ideas for this story, and as a gift to you, I decided to get the next installment of this story out to you. I've also decided that I'm gonna keep the title, as it kind of has a nice ring to it, and the titles that I've thought of, they've been taken already.

Also, this story will mostly Blake's PoV, incase you couldn't figure that out. So, yeah, I don't own this show or any of the people that are in it. I just own Blake and any plot orbiting around him.

Enjoy!

It took a few days, but Davenport and Tasha both helped get Adam, Bree and Chase enrolled into the school. Starting tomorrow, they'd officially start high school. I was sure that they were excited, since their first day went so well. From ripping out locker doors to beating up jocks and then burning me up in a dingo suit, it was rather eventful. And don't get me started on Bree or Chase's day.

Plus, with the news spreading that the three of them were going to be attending our school, I wasn't approached by Trent at all. Hehe, looks like someone is scared of a certain bio buddy of mine. I was so going to milk this as long as I could. Until Adam somehow runs out of strength, I was gonna hide behind him, letting him deal with the people at school. If he gets hurt, I'll clean it up, but at least it wouldn't be the other way around, right? Yeah, I'm a coward, sue me.

I flipped the page in the manual I was reading. I was in the lab, with Davenport checking over each of the bio teens. He was giving them a once over, just to see if their glitches were controllable. The manual I was reading provided a detail explanation on how the capsules and their bionics work, so I was gonna be well studied on them. No longer was Chase gonna be needed to yell at me through the soundproof glass of his chamber.

"Hey, Blake, can you hand me that electronic screwdriver?" I heard Davenport ask. Without looking, I grabbed it from next to me and handed it over. "Here." I deadpanned, delving myself into the small booklet. Apparently, if they get angry enough, one of them alone could take out everything from here to China and back. Thank god that I only bugged Adam, or else I'd be fried dingo right now.

Bree, who was rubbing her neck, walked over to me. She probably just finished up her check up, "Why are you even reading that?" She asked.

I shrugged, "If I'm gonna hang with you guys, I need to know what I'm getting into. Plus, I might be able to help out Davenport with anything he needs done in the lab." I told her. She nodded, looking at me smugly.

"That's why you've been reading Adam's section in the booklet for the past half hour." She stated, winking. I rolled my eyes, "It's called being thorough." I told her, glaring.

She shrugged, "Eh, whatever. Call it what you want." She stated, jumping up and leaning her head on my shoulder. When she said that she'd finally have her new best friend in me, she wasn't kidding. Every single minute she got with me was spent either with her talking about the guy she hit in gym class that first day or about Adam and what he likes, as if I cared. I mean, sure it was sort of funny that he was scared of squirrels, but it was irrelevant to me. I tolerated it though, since she was a lot better than all of the other girls at school.

Bree stayed silent after that, rubbing her neck a bit still. I could understand, since Davenport opened it up to check the chip that was implanted there. It must've been uncomfortable, having someone just mess around with your neck like that. I like the thought of keeping my neck perfectly closed with no machinery in it, thank you very much.

Leo and Chase walked into the lab, both of them smiling. Chase was actually smiling larger than I've ever seen him, which scared me. It meant two things could've happened. The first was that a girl talked to him, which was impossible, since the only girls he knew were Tasha and Bree. The second was that Leo gave him sugar. That was probably the most likely.

"Hey guys, how's life! Isn't it great? I think it's been a great day today! I can't wait for tomorrow though! School is cool!" Chase spoke, speaking a mile a minute.

Leo looked amused, "Ah, the wonders of caffeine." He sighed.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "You gave him soda?" I asked him.

Chase got in my face, grinning, "Yeah! And it is so good!" He turned to Davenport, bouncing around him, "Why haven't I had it before?" He asked.

Removing his arms from Adam's neck, closing the little door, he gave Chase a look that just screamed 'Really?'

"Because, I knew you'd act like this." He stated, "Calm down." He demanded, before patting Adam's back. "Okay, you're all set big guy."

Adam grinned, walking over to me and Bree. "Ah, just the spot." He stated, rubbing his neck in a relaxed way. "There was an itch there for months that I just couldn't get rid of." He explained when I gave him a confused look.

I closed the handbook, knowing that I wasn't going to get anymore reading done today, turning to face them. "So, we only have around twelve hours until we have to be at school tomorrow." I informed them. "You guys nervous?" I asked.

Bree shook her head, "Are you kidding me? I'm totally ready for this." She stated, looking determined. I smiled at her enthusiasm, since I knew it would be crushed the minute she was separated from her siblings and Leo and I.

Chase also answered with confidence, the sugar in his system seeming to go away. "Not one bit of nerves. Finally, I can show my intelligence off to people who actually care about it. Unlike these two." He snipped, giving Bree and Adam accusatory glares.

Adam looked a bit offended, "Hey, you use way too many big words that it makes my head spin!" He defended himself. "If I knew what you were saying then I would appreciate that you are a huge nerd." He teased, bumping his brother with his hip lightly.

Leo looked up to Adam, "What about you Adam? You scared for tomorrow?" He asked.

The tallest of us shook his head, "Uh-uh." He stated, with a large and rather dopey grin on his face, "I'll have my buddy Blake there to show me the ropes." He told us, patting my back a few times. I flew off the table and onto the floor, landing on my stomach. The top of my hair flattened, falling over my forehead. I got up, groaning, "Ow."

Adam sinced, before smiling a nervous smile. "Oops." He squeaked.

I sighed, standing up, pushing my hair to the side so it wouldn't graze my eyes. I guess it was time for that haircut I've been planning. "Don't worry." I grunted, pushing my hands to my back. "I'm good."

Bree, Chase and Leo all started laughing, before Davenport walked back into the lab, "Okay, so all of your tests are running through the system, and they'll be ready by tomorrow morning." He informed us, before looking to me. "You okay? You look winded." He asked.

I nodded, "Just decided to give the floor a hug." I stated, nonchalantly, like it was normal. He raised an eyebrow, to which I responded quickly, "It was emotional." I defended, crossing my arms and turning away from him.

"Okay, ignoring that, Tasha says it's time for dinner." He informed us.

Adam grinned, "Yes!" He cheered. "As much as I loved those meaty pellets, Tasha's cooking is so much better." He stated, gushing over his stepmothers cooking. Was Tasha technically his step mom? I mean, they aren't really Davenports kids, but he raised them, so technically, I guess we could say this. Wait, what's going on in my head? I shook the thoughts out of my head, grabbing my booklet and carrying it under my arm. I was going to continue reading it after we eat.

Bree walked up to me, tangling her arm with mine as she continued walking. "So, Adam's already making you fall." She teased.

I groaned, "Really? Is everything really about Adam?" I asked. "I'm serious, I don't like Adam like that." I insisted.

She backed off the subject right then and there, "Okay, moving on." She muttered, stopping when we reached the elevator. Leo, Chase, Adam and Davenport entered shortly afterwards, not showing any signs of them hearing our quick conversation. In fact, they were just ignoring our being there entirely. Chase was talking with Davenport about the results of the glitch tests, while Leo and Adam were off in their own minds, which was a scary place on both sides.

- The Next Morning -

We were back in the lab, bright and early. Well, three out of the usual six were up bright and early. Adam, Bree and Chase were still sleeping in their capsules when we came down. It still struck me as odd, how they all seemed to fall asleep standing up, like horses. I couldn't fall asleep like that, I just know it. Anyway, after waking the three of them and letting them dress for school, we gathered around Davenport as he gave the results to the glitch tests.

"Okay guys, you have been trained for all kinds of missions, but you are about to enter a soul bruising, confidence crushing, apocalyptic environment." He warned all of us, giving our group a serious look. "High school." He finished, like it was some big revelation.

I patted his arm, "Nice dramatics, D." I complimented, though it went unnoticed. He just continued speaking.

"Adam, Bree, your glitch test results are fairly stable." He concluded, informing two out of the three of his bionic teens.

Bree pumped her fist, "Yes, I'm going to school!" She cheered.

Adam held his hands in the air, "Yeah, I'm fairly stable!" He announced. Yeah, good job there buddy. Quite an accomplishment there.

"But Chase, I'm still concerned about your 'Commando App'." Davenport insisted, all of us looking to Chase, looking worried. Well, all except Leo.

He gave Chase a bewildered look, "Commando App? Put on some underpants! We're going to school!" He demanded. I slapped my forehead, shaking my head at his idiocracy.

Davenport quickly started to set the record straight, "No, see, in the face of an eminent threat, Chase's Commando App kicks in he becomes a fearless brute that I like to call Spike." He explained, holding Chase's shoulders, looking excited. Chase was not sharing his sentiments. He actually looked very awkward, obviously not liking where this conversation was going.

"It's kind of like a fight or flight thing, except I took out the flight part cuz, useless!" He announced, before continuing on. "And I replaced it with a testosterone level of like a tasmanian devil, wolverine, shark, lion hybrid that's mad." He finished.

I raised an eyebrow, "Wow, is that all?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Don't worry Mr. Davenport!" Chase told him. "I promise that Spike won't rear his ugly head." He confirmed, looking rather confident.

Davenport looked at him with a blank look, "Oh yeah? You mean like last Christmas when I made the mistake of giving Adam boxing gloves?" He asked.

Adam shuddered, "Gah, I'm still coughing up tinsel." He stated.

I raised an eyebrow, "So that's what happened? It wasn't a raccoon?" I asked, since that's what Davenport told me. There was a lot of crashing and banging. I originally thought it was someone breaking in, but Davenport ran towards where the elevator now was in a hurry, telling me it was just a raccoon in the garage. Now, I see that it was just Chase in his 'Spike' mode.

Davenport sighed, "You know, letting Chase go to school isn't such a good idea. I can't risk Spike coming out." He stated, firmly.

"Come on Big D!" Leo whined, "Chase has to come! With these guys, I'll finally get a prime spot in the cafeteria." He grinned, looking to the three of them. "That's right y'all! Put on your coats cuz I'm about to ride your tails!" He announced, doing a little dance.

Adam looked excited, "I have a tail?" He whispered to himself, spinning around, looking over his shoulder. I bumped him, making him look at me. I shook my head, to which he nodded, "Right, not the time." He figured, before facing Davenport, "Don't worry! We'll make sure he stays out of trouble. Right guys?" He asked us.

Bree nodded, "Yeah, it's one for all, and all for one." She told us, smiling, looking really sure of herself. She then paused, "Unless of course if you guys make me look bad, in which case I am dropping you lame-o's." She informed us.

I rolled my eyes, remaining silent as Chase approached his father figure. "I can't miss school. This is the beginning to my academic achievements and career trajectory." He explained. "And the road to Astronaut Lawyer has to start somewhere!" He announced, having what I like to call, an 'Adam Moment.'

Davenport sighed, "Alright fine." He gave in, before straightening up, "But I better not get a phone call from the art teacher telling me that Spike ripped out her larynx!" He warned, "Actually, she wouldn't be able to say anything because Spike ripped out her larynx." He corrected, contradicting himself.

The five of us snickered at his actions. It was funny watching this mad genius get flustered and messing up his words. "Hey!" I heard from next to me, "Look what I found!"

I turned to face Adam, only to come face to face with his hands in these bright red boxing gloves. My eyes widened as he jabbed a few times, hitting Chase really hard in the stomach. He squeaked out a sound in fear, ducking behind me, grabbing my shoulders, like a human shield.

I tried giving him a glare, but I was a little inhibited at that moment. He gave me a nervous smile, "I'm sorry, but if he's gonna be that close to the gloves, it's gonna happen." He whined in defense.

I shook my head, a small smile on grazing my lips. "This really is my life now, isn't it?" I asked out loud.

Leo, Bree and Davenport nodded, looking down at Chase in worry.

- At School -

We walked into the cafeteria together, ready for breakfast. Because of Davenport's glitch results, we had to skip having it at home. The tables were nearly all full, except for those select few that had only one or two people at them each. I glared at all of the people, "I hate this place." I muttered.

Leo stopped walking, turning to us, "Blake, it's Principal Perry!" He whispered to me. I looked, and sure enough, there she was. Curse that short and loud woman. She put me in that dingo costume! That stupid and hot and furry costume that nearly destroyed my life! Okay, enough ranting.

"Okay guys, that's the principal." I warned them.

Leo continued, "She has the temper of a junkyard dog stuffed into a really bad pantsuit." He explained. I nodded, "Yeah, not pleasant." I added.

To prove our point, she suddenly screamed out. "Hey, you! No tongue piercings in school!" She cried, glaring at the poor guy that was the focus of her attention, "Don't try to hide it! I will take a metal detector to your face!" She threatened, stomping toward the guy.

Adam, Bree and Chase all showed signs of horror. I nodded, "Uh huh, that's basically her." I pat Chase's shoulder, "Have fun controlling Spike." I told him sarcastically.

Bree hit me with one hand, balancing all of her books and papers with the other. "Knock it off!" She scolded, before looking to the cafeteria. "Ooh, this is my chance for romance!" She announced to me, "On T.V., the new girl always drops her books and the cute guy with the soulful eyes picks them up." She stated, before dropping all of said books.

However, instead of her fantasies coming true, she got a whole lot of me screaming in pain as all of the heavy textbooks landed on my foot. "Gah!" I yelled, hopping on my good foot.

Bree winced, "Oops, sorry Blake." She let out, sheepishly.

I nodded, looking at my foot, placing it on the ground tentatively. There wasn't any bad throbbing and I could put pressure on it, so I guess there wasn't any permanent damage. She quickly gathered her books off the floor and put them in her shoulderbag, that way no more feet would get pulverized by them.

Leo pulled Chase and Bree away, with me limping a bit after them. "Okay then, your social life is determined by where you sit." He explained.

I nodded, "Which is why we don't have a table usually. We have no said social life." I threw in, leaning on Leo's shoulder. There was something missing out of all this though. I mean, something big and tall, that I can't think of. There just was an emptiness to our group all of a sudden.

Leo grinned at me, "Until now! We can't sit at the cool table." He gestured to said table where a bunch of cheerleaders sat, most likely gossiping about the latest guy problems. Hopefully Trent and how he shouldn't be allowed in this school again. "But, we can now sit in cool table adjacent!" he beamed, with arrogance.

We both looked rather pleased with ourselves, while Chase and Bree gave us incredulous looks. "F.Y.I. Adam just sat at the cool table." Bree told us, placing her hands on her hips. Leo and I whipped our heads around to see just that. The cheerleaders were all laughing at Adam, who was using two large oranges like hands for the game peek-a-boo.

I groaned, "No! We have our first victim of unintentional social suicide!" I then proceeded to fake sob on Leo's shoulder. I then stood straight up, pulling on Leo, "Well, it was nice knowing him." I said quickly, "Let's go."

Chase raised his eyebrows at me, "What are talking about?" He asked.

Leo explained, "Adam can't sit there! That's where the football players sit with the cheerleaders!" He warned, "And they pride themselves on finding very clever places to stuff your pudding cup." He added. I nodded, "Yeah, social suicide!"

Chase shook his head, "It can't be that bad. Those girls are actually talking to him." He informed us, "And they can't talk about colors and shapes forever." He continued, looking at the table with hope. He started to walk to the table, "See ya!" He announced.

Oh boy, two deaths within a five minute period, that is a darn shame.

I grabbed Bree, "Okay, well looks like you are an only child now." I told her, clapping a bit, "Congrats, now come on!" I pulled at her arm, to which to yanked back, making me lose my grip. Leo turned to us, "Now this is just great! The football players are gonna turn them into the 5th food group!" He told Bree.

I raised an eyebrow, "I thought there were already five food groups." I told him. He gave me a weird look, to which I backed down from, "Right, friends in danger of pudding cups, got it!" I told him, giving a thumbs up.

Leo turned to Bree, "This is now a rescue mission." He stated, sidestepping over to the table. The two of us, being Bree and I, looked to each other, before making our way after him. We stopped at the table, smiling really fake smiles. Well, me and Leo had them on. Bree was confused, and I'm pretty sure Chase and Adam's smiles were real.

"Hey guys! Guess what? These girls just told me that when the football players get here I'm gonna get a free pudding cup! Isn't that great?" He asked, looking at me especially. I nodded, smiling a full and toothy smile.

"Uh huh!" I spoke through my teeth, "That's great!" I said with fake enthusiasm, before grabbing his arm, pulling as hard as I could to get him to at least stand up. Did I mention that I lack upper body strength? Yeah, so Adam wasn't moving.

He just laugh, bopping my head with one of the oranges he was holding. "Silly Blake." He chuckled. I went to reply, but there was a sudden outburst on the other side of the room. I whirled my head around, before letting out a very manly and powerful shriek of terror. Yes, it was manly, don't you think any different!

Trent, along with four, count them, four other football players came barging into the cafeteria, which normally, I'd just ignore them, because I'd be at my own table. However, today was special, as I was at THEIR TABLE AND I WAS GOING TO DIE TODAY!

I quickly ducked so that Adam's body was blocking me. The only problem with that was that I was the same height as Chase, maybe a little taller, and you can't hide a body with another body. Thankfully, said brainiac had the full attention of Trent this time, so I was safe, for now at least.

He slammed his fist on the table where Chase was sitting, making me jump a bit. I have no shame at this point, so I'm just gonna say it. I may have to have Bree run me back home, for some new pants. Just saying, for your benefit. Wow, I am a coward! "Hey, that's my seat." Trent snapped at Chase, looking ready to punch him out. "Get lost before I use you like a napkin." He advised.

I looked to Adam, who still held his oranges with a smile. Oh great, not only am I terrified, but Adam isn't. That's scary!

Bree went over to her brother's ear, "Chase, we should probably go." She looked up to Trent, "He's not very absorbent." She told him, smiling innocently. Trent nodded, looking like he understood, which made me question if he was sick, but nope, reality just likes to tease me. Trent just spilled a drink all over the table, laughing.

"Oh look a spill!" He announced, before grabbing Chase like he grabbed me that first day with Adam. He grinned, "I think gonna wipe it up with your face." He suggested to himself.

I quickly snuck over to Leo, feeling a lot safer where Trent couldn't see me in his peripheral vision. I looked at Leo, "He's dead, isn't he?" I asked.

Leo nodded, "Yeah."

We then proceeded to watch as Chase's face went from scared to angry in two seconds. He grabbed Trent's arm that was around him and spun it around so that it was behind his back, pinning his head to the table. "Think again, Bubble Neck." A very aggressive and mean voice came out of Chase. "I'm gonna rip out your kneecaps and use them as hockey pucks."

Adam quickly, and clumsily, made his way over to us, breathing heavily, "Um, I don't want to alarm anyone, but, I think Spike's back." He stated, like it wasn't obvious.

Chase, or actually, Spike, threw Trent towards his buddies, looking very angry. It wasn't a good look on my brainy buddy. Annoyed was okay, but full blown anger was not an okay thing. Trent looked a little stunned, but kept his ego in check, "You have no idea who you're messing with!" He announced, pointing and poking hard at Spikes chest.

He stepped back, holding his arms out, "PUDDING CUPS!" He demanded. Two nerdy looking kids quickly surrendered their sweet snack to the jock, which I just felt ashamed for them. Don't they have any humility? I mean, they should just do what I do. Hide behind your bionically enhanced friend so they get killed, and you don't. Simple, right?

Spike grinned, stepping forward, "Oh, I'll take those." He stated, doing just that. He then squeezed them hard, making the packaging explode and cover the five jocks in chocolate. Trent never looked so good, haha, just kidding. Though it was an improvement from his gorilla looks.

Trent wiped a little of the sticky substance off his face, glaring, "You're dead!" He shouted.

Spike just roared in his face, making them quickly retreat out the door of the cafeteria. Trent stopped halfway, laughing nervously, "Okay, you're lucky that we have to go to the reading center, right now!" He announced, like it was some big and powerful threat. He then ran out of the cafeteria, looking like he was crying.

I'm not going to lie, I felt bad. For maybe a second.

The whole cafeteria then broke out into applause, all cheering for Spike. Adam, Bree, Leo and I exchanged worried looks. Spike however, seemed to enjoy this new attention. He walked over to the table, "Take a seat compadres." He demanded, smiling smugly. "This is our table now." He then placed his feet on the table resting his hands on the back of his head.

We looked to each other, before just going with it. I sat down next to Adam, looking to one of the cheerleaders. She gave me a weird look, probably because she saw me hide behind said bionic teen. Whatever, I don't care. I have Spike and Adam both terrifying the living crap out of my worst enemy! Life was good!

- After 4th Period -

We marched down the halls, meeting up after class, with confidence. Well, Leo and Spike had confidence, while Bree, Adam and I just shared looks of content. We weren't being bothered, except being asked if we were friends with the guy that crushed the football team with only his bare hands and two pudding cups. Ahh, this was a story for the grandchildren, if I get any.

I was all about keeping it subtle, but Leo had other ideas. "Alright!" He cheered, getting fist bumps from a bunch of random people. "Make way for the Alpha Dogs." He stated, before making some really loud and annoying barking sounds. Adam, thankfully, told him to stuff it.

I held my head, looking embarrassed, "You're serious right now?" I asked Leo. He shrugged, not looking like he cared.

Bree stepped forward, "Wait, if we're the Alpha Dogs, then…" She let her sentence hang as she dropped her books, once again. But this time, I was prepared, as I jumped out of the way, even though I was no where near her. Three guys, including the guy she hit with the basketball the other day, picked them up for her, making her break out into a giggle.

Some kid then just randomly handed Spike a piece of paper, before walking off. When I say walking off, I mean right into me, purposefully shoving me to the ground. I grunted, landing on my back, going to glare at the guy, but he was already down the hall. I sighed, dusting myself off, before getting off the ground. Adam looked to me, concerned, "You okay?" He asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm used to it." I told him, sadly. It was true. Leo may be on the lower part of the food chain in high school, but I was the sole leader of the dirt underneath him. No one talked with me, ever. Which is why, now, I'm still surprised that these four people deal with my crap. I turned to Spike, "What is that, anyway?" I asked him.

He shrugged, "No clue."

Leo got excited, "That's an all access hall pass!" He exclaimed, "You can go anywhere you want with that." He told the angry bionic teen.

Spike chuckled, "I can go wherever I want already." He walked forward with a weird type of swagger, that really made it look like he had something in his pants. "These…" He started to flex his arms, grinning a very slimy smile. "Are my hall passes." He explained. I grimaced, looking away.

"Okay, if he starts oiling up, I'm out." Leo stated, also sharing my disgust. Adam and Bree both looked embarrassed that they were related to him. I would be too. If I had a brother who did that, I'd want to crawl in a hole and cover my head and make sure people thought I was dead.

Spike continued to marvel at himself, even going as far as kissing his arms. I was about ready to go over to him, but he got this blank look in his eyes suddenly, and he seemed to calm down. "Commando mode disengage?" He whispered, before looking to us. "Guys! Why was I in Commando Mode?" Chase asked, now back to normal.

"Oh were you in Commando Mode?" Bree asked, sounding very fake.

"I didn't see any Commando Mode!" Leo quickly averted.

"Didn't see a thing." I continued.

Adam turned to us, smiling, "Oh yeah, that's good keep lying!" He told us, grinning. I slapped my forehead, shaking it. Adam's stupidity was a blessing and a curse.

Chase looked panicked, "You guys were supposed to watch out for me!" He announced, glaring at us.

I smirked, crossing my arms, "We watched the whole thing." I told him, feeling super proud of this moment. Hey, I was finally enjoying school, which never happens, so I'm gonna be happy about it.

Leo explained further, "You manhandled the quarterback and pudding popped the whole offensive line!" He had a huge smile on his face, like me.

Chase on the other hand, was even angrier, "What?!" He then went into an even more panicky state. "Oh, this is so gonna haunt my supreme court nomination!" Chase complained, pacing back and forth quickly. He looked ready to tear his own hair out.

Bree rolled her eyes, "Do you know what Spike would say to that?" She asked, looking very annoyed, "Nothing. He'd rip out your ribcage and play it like a xylophone." She stated, trying, and failing to get Chase to stop his crazy panic attack.

Adam stepped up to his youngest sibling. "Yeah, I like him! He's like a big, fun monster in your sad little body." He stated, pinching Chase's cheek while making his voice go all high and squeaky. I chuckled at that, since it was the most intelligent insult Adam has ever come up with.

I took a step away from the group as Leo approached Chase. "I'll get Spike back." He stated, all confident like. He then pointed in Chase's face. "Get lost before I use your face like a napkin!" He threatened, sounding more like a mad chihuahua rather than Trent. He made it even more sad when he tried to pick Chase up, not even getting the genius to get up on his toes.

Adam, Bree and I all snickered, watching as the scene attracted a small crowd. Odds are, this was going on YouTube later, knowing people and their cell phones. When Leo pulled himself away from Chase, we all went back to being straight faced, like we weren't just watching the most hysterical thing in all of ever. "Yeah, this isn't gonna work." He stated, making me nod at the obvious.

The bell then rang, signalling our fifth period class was gonna start soon. Normally, I would've been in gym, along with Leo, but with Bree, Adam and Chase enrolling, we were appointed their escorts in school, so we got our schedules changed around, so at least one of us would be in each of their classes. Now it was time for English with Chase, something I think my smartypants friend needed.

I grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him down the hall. "Come on 'Spike', time for a healthy dose of normalcy." I told him. He sighed, looking all depressed, but followed me anyway. Wow, that whole Spike thing did a number on him. He hasn't made any sort of egotistical comment in the past five minutes, which had to be a record.

Hopefully, nothing else happens today, that way Chase can recover from what happened at breakfast. I knew I'd try to make him feel as comfortable as possible. As much as I enjoyed Spike beating the crap out of Trent, Chase was my friend, and I knew he was upset that we didn't do all that we could to stop him from becoming his rage-o-holic self.

- Lunch -

Chase was still bummed out after English, sitting down at the table he 'earned' us at breakfast with a loud sigh. I sat next to him, not feeling like eating, since I felt sort of guilty. "Chase, you alright?" I asked, for like the fifth time within the past hour.

He nodded, but his face gave away his desperate attempt at a lie. I nodded, letting it go for now. If he wanted to talk about it, I'm sure he would, but now, suffocating him with questions wasn't the solution.

Adam plopped down in the seat right next to me, grinning. "Blake!" He greeted, looking for a highfive. I shook my head with a small, sad smile and gave him what he wanted. "Let me tell you, everyone here is so nice!" He told me, "Like in my last class, my teacher told me that he has never ever met someone with my kind of brain before!" He then bounced a bit in his seat. Well, as long as he kept seeing it as a positive thing, then I didn't have a problem with it. Give the guy some motivation to do well, right?

I patted his arm, "Good for you, big guy." I told him patronizingly.

Bree and Leo also joined us at the table, following the three cheerleaders that sat here at breakfast. All the other tables filled up quickly, so I'm sure they were just sitting here because they thought that they'd give Adam and Chase another chance. What? All girls act the same when new guys transfer into their school. They judge them by their looks, deem them worthy or not and then plan their next steps accordingly. It's the simple circle of life.

Bree sighed, grinning, "I love being at school." She announced, "Three guys have already talked to me today."

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

She gave me a look, "Well, the first one bumped me on his way to sit at his desk, and said 'Sorry.' before he sat down. The next was a guy who asked me what time it was, and then the last one asked me if I had an extra pen. Ah, I smell romance!" She sighed, letting her head fall against her arm, dreamily.

I rolled my eyes at her crazy boy driven brain. I guess that's what happens when you live in a lab for the first fifteen years of your life. You get all stir crazy and then when you get to the outside world, you just start hallucinating what happens. Bree was a class A example of just this.

Chases head suddenly snapped up, "Hey look, there's Trent." he announced, speaking with an emotion other than depression. I looked at saw that my enemy sat at the table I usually sat at. It was wobbly and you had to balance your weight just right, or else everything on it will meet the floor in a most awful way. Trent didn't figure this out, as he sat and the table just was brushed, but it tilted to the side, causing all of the football players there to react and grab all of their stuff so it didn't fall. "I better go apologize." Chase announced, standing up.

Bree grabbed his arm, "Whoa! Slow it up buttercup!" She told him.

Leo gave him an incredulous look, "Mail him a greeting card. It's so much more personal." He suggested.

Adam nudged me with his elbow, making me look over to him. He pointed at his plate, holding a red straw. "Guys, look. The cheerleaders cut up my food into tiny pieces. I'm eating a turkey burger through a straw." He told us, before doing just that. "Mmm, gibblity." He told us, showing signs of content.

I sighed, smiling. I didn't say anything, because I knew it would go in one ear and out the other. I was saving my breath.

"Hey! New kid!" Principal Perry's voice blared from the other side of the cafeteria. I groaned, slamming my head against the table. "Not now!"

Chase got up immediately, walking over to the short, yet very intimidating woman. "Do you know what happens when my football players get humiliated?" She asked, like she was a cop interrogating a criminal. Chase looked ready to answer her, but she cut him off before he made a sound, "No! You don't! Because my football players don't get humiliated!" She stated, like she couldn't see the shameful team at the wobbly table.

Adam spoke up, looking over at the table, "They look humiliated to me." He stated. We watched as a janitor walked behind Trent holding a large and heavy bag of garbage. It whacked him in the head, making him choke on his drink. I snickered, earning a deadly glare from said football player. It sent a small ounce of fear into me, but I knew that Bree, Chase and Adam would have my back.

Principal Perry ignored him as she readdressed Chase, "I know what team spirit is about, because I was the jammer on the North Pacific Roller Derby Championship Team!" She bragged. I rolled my eyes, knowing this already. She had a giant trophy in her office that always made me blind whenever the sun would shine on it. She kept it polished like crazy.

"That's quite an accomplishment." Chase stated, actually looking impressed, though he looked more nervous than anything.

Principal Perry, however, didn't see it as a compliment. "Don't mock me, Squashface! My career ended when a trash talker like you got inside my head and I wiped out." She stated, glaring at Chase, "One zebra called it the worst single bodied collision she'd ever seen."

Chase laughed a bit, "I'd crash too if I saw a talking zebra." He told her. Ooh, wrong move buddy.

"IT'S A REFEREE YOU DESK DONKEY!" She snapped, making him, and the whole cafeteria flinch. "Trent told me what you did this morning at breakfast. You will not undermine the morale of my team." She told my bionic brain buddy, turning to us at the table. "Evacuate this table. NOW!" She shouted.

We all got up, with our bags in hand, including the cheerleaders and the four of us, being Leo, Adam, Bree and I, stood behind Chase, with me placing a hand on his shoulder, letting him know that we were there for him. However, it didn't calm him down, like I thought it would.

Nope, it just did the opposite. Instead of calming Chase down, all of this excitement caused Spike to make a sudden reappearance. He got all up in Principal Perry's face. "Watch who you're talking to, Sports Bra!" He demanded, making her take a step backwards. "I bet you panicked. Then threw yourself off the track and blamed the other team for your weakness." He spat.

My eyes widened in shock. Normally, I'd be laughing my head off because someone was finally showing this walking airhorn a thing or two, but it was Chase that was doing it. I needed him around. I finally had someone smart enough and willing to let me use their brain as a tool for my insanity. Leo poked me, causing me to look back. "Don't you think this 'Spike' thing has kinda gotten a bit out of hand?" He asked, asking the obvious.

Adam and I nodded, while Bree spoke, "He might've crossed the line at 'Sports Bra'." She stated.

Perry looked around the room nervously, "I had to quit because of that accident." She told everyone.

Spike shook his head, giving her a skeptical look, "Quit, or move out of the state in shame?" He asked, very aggressively. Everyone in the cafeteria had a slack jaw and wide eyes, all questioning what the hell was up with Chase and why was he risking his neck just to stand up for himself. A couple of people snickered, while others broke out into little discussion groups about what was happening.

Perry turned to face everyone, "He doesn't know!" She shouted, "He wasn't there!" She finalized.

Spike continued the harsh treatment, "Why don't you hop in your economy car and toodle on home to your six cats and your online bingo tournament?!" He suggested.

For the first time ever in my life at this school, I think I may have seen a tear form in Principal Perry's eye. "Jokes on you!" She started, sounding choked up, "I have five cats!" She then retreated over to where Trent was, confiding in him for a few moments.

I was stunned into silence, something that was happening a lot in the recent days. Having bionic friends would cause that to happen. Perry walked back over to us, with the whole team behind her. "Alright kid, I'll make you a deal." She started, with us looking at her with interest. "Let's be civilized and settle this the old fashion way." She offered. "With a bone crushing, grudge match on the football field!" She announced.

Spike spoke for all of us, "We're in." He stated, turning to the four of us, "Me, him," He pointed to Adam, "Her," Bree, "Him," Me, and finally he hesitated, but also pointed at Leo, "And him." He told us.

Perry looked smug, "You and your band of nobodies versus my fighting Dingoes!"

Bree glared, turning to rest of us, "Who is she calling a nobody? I got half of a BFF necklace today." She told us, grabbing said piece of jewelry that was around her neck. Leo and Adam looked excited, while I just gave her a quick thumbs up.

"Winner takes table, and all the glory." Perry finished.

Leo stepped up to our principal, "Oh, uh, Ma'am. Yeah, um, as much as I'd like to show off my football fanciness, uh, girl's soccer has the field tonight." He told her, hoping it would get us all out of this game.

Perry sighed, "Just as well. I can't condone such a violent game on school grounds." She gave in, before grinning, "So lets take it to the dog park across the street!" She announced. The football players all cheered and yelled, running out of the cafeteria, with Principal Perry walking quickly behind them.

Leo faced us, "Am I the only one that's gonna need a fresh change of pants before we start?" He asked us. Adam raised his hand slightly, looking a bit uncomfortable.

We were so dead.

- At The Dog Park -

The five of us were in the dog park before everyone else, mostly because we came here right after school. I don't know why we did, since it just made us even more jittery. Well, it made me, Adam, Bree and Leo jittery. Spike just kept up his macho act, which was starting to get really old. I was not a fan of Commando Mode so far.

So, after a few hours of fretting over this god damn game, it was finally time to start playing. Principal Perry tossed us a bag of five jerseys, five shoulder pads, helmets and cleats. "Put on those costumes of defeat, and hurry up! I'm renting this park out by the hour." She demanded.

We quickly did as she asked, with Adam getting a black, white and yellow jersey with a matching helmet. Leo had a purple and white jersey, with a white helmet. Bree got a red and yellow jersey with a red helmet. Spike had on a white and black jersey with a white helmet. I got a dark blue and white jersey, with a blue helmet.

Leo stood in front of Trent, who towered over the little guy in his football gear. "This doesn't seem fair." He told us.

Perry, dressed as a referee, shrugged, "Seems fair to me!" She announced, before blowing her whistle.

Leo backed away, calling us over, "Let's huddle!" He suggested. I walked straight over to him, while the other three gave us confused looks.

"Huh?" "Pardon me?" "I huddled before we got here!" Adam, Bree and Spike all said, respectively.

I looked to Leo, "Aww man, they don't know how to play football." I then thought about it, "Come to think of it, neither do I." I informed my tiny little friend.

He sighed. "Okay, we need to stop that team from getting into our endzone and scoring a..." He started.

"HIKE!" The other team shouted, charging at us full speed. They ran around us and into the endzone, as Leo called it, and another guy threw the ball, which the guy in the endzone caught it. I heard a scream and a thud and saw that Leo just got tackled by another guy on the team. He groaned, "Touchdown."

He rolled over, pushing himself off the ground, shaking off whatever pain he was in. He called us over to him again, grabbing Adam. "Okay Adam," He started, leading him over to a certain part of the field, "You squat down right here. And when I say hike, you're gonna pass the ball between your legs to my hands, which'll be right here." He explained, as Adam squatted down. He placed his hands under Adam, but he made a sound of discomfort.

"Leo, it's football, not handsball." He told him, glaring.

Spike stepped forward, "Hey, Nugget Head, quit sucking air and hike him the ball." He told his brother, "Like this." He bent down, holding the ball like an actual football player would. "Hike!" He yelled, tossing the ball to Leo.

He caught the ball, but he didn't have a chance to do anything as two players from the other team grabbed him by his arms and carried him to our endzone. That couldn't have counted, right? People don't do that on TV, I don't think.

We all sighed/growled, before grouping up again. Spike let out a small grunt, "Losing makes me want to rip out my own intestines and wear them as a sweatband." He stated. I sidestepped away from him a bit, as I was the closest to him.

Leo turned to us, "Okay then. The only way we're gonna win is if we use Bree's superspeed, Adam's super strength and Spike's super nutty split personality." He explained.

Bree nodded, "I'll do whatever it takes. I already smell like a sweaty ape, so I don't want this to be all for nothing." She stated.

Leo nodded, "Okay, here's what we're gonna do." He started whispering us a plan, which, I'm assuming would be a cheating plan, since we kind of have bionic people on our team. When we broke apart, Bree jumped to the side, kicking her feet up high, cheering. We all gave her a weirded out look, to which she just shrugged, "What? I'm both the player and the cheerleader. I'm that good." She stated, looking smug.

I rolled my eyes, getting myself into what my position was. I wasn't needed in this plan, but I did have to make it seem like I was. Stupid regular people and their non bionic skills. I'd kill to just have an itsy bit of Bree's speed, or Adam's strength. That way, I can either fight better or run faster, each scenario involving Trent.

I then stood up, "Hey, isn't that a Biggie Burger truck pulling up?" I asked, loud enough for the other team to hear me. Each of them looked, and a large burst of wind rushed by me as Bree sped through the other team's players, before going back to her original position.

Leo shook his head, "No, nevermind, let's go." He stated, before Adam hiked the ball. I grinned, watching the other team stumble as Bree tied their shoelaces together. Leo passed Spike the ball, who then started running into the players, with me and Adam close behind him. I took great satisfaction in tackling Trent to the ground. I grinned in his face, "Who's the tough guy now, Trent?" I asked, smugly.

He growled, "Fernandez, you are dead!" He shouted.

I shrugged, getting off of him, and running over to my team, where Adam was joining Bree in a cheer. I guess our plan worked and we scored. I jumped around, full of energy. This was funner than I thought possible. I hate sports, but I think I could get into football. Not playing it officially, but watching it might be just as fun.

The game went on just like that. We scored points, and the other team did the same. Since they were more experienced than us, they got the upper hand in the last couple of plays, which meant we fell behind. Luckily, it didn't seem like Spike was going anywhere, and we needed his aggressive behavior. The only downside to this game was that I hadn't touched the ball yet, which I didn't mind. It was fun tackling Trent everytime. Though, he got angrier and angrier each time, but I didn't care. It was teaching him a lesson, so I was glad to be his teacher.

We were in our final huddle as Perry came up to us, "Seven seconds left, and remember kids, there's no shame in losing." She told us, sounding surprisingly supportive, before laughing, "Oh wait, yes there is!" She giggled, before walking to the side of the field. Everyone who was there was cheering louder than ever, and even the cheerleaders that were there were torn on who to actually cheer for.

Leo spoke up, "Alright, we have time for one more play. Spike, you've scored every touchdown today, so if you score one more, we win." He told the angry version of our genius friend. I did miss Chase though, just a bit. His subtle arrogance was nice, unlike Spike, who just flexed and kissed his muscles that Chase didn't have.

Spike nodded, "Gimme the ball. If I don't come back with their spleens, you'll know I failed." He stated, causing us to give him a grossed out look. He walked up to the front of the field with a confident strut, before stopping completely and shaking a bit.

I shook my head, "Oh no, not now!" I groaned.

Sure enough, Spike looked to us and looked confused, "Wait, where am I?" Chase's voice sounded, "And am I wearing a jockstrap?" He asked, wiggling his hips a bit.

The four of us that weren't Chase, looked to each other. "It's Chase!" Bree announced, worried, before walking over to her brother, "We need Spike back!" She shouted at him and manhandling his helmet, shaking it all over the place, "Where is he? Where is Spike?"

Adam pulled her away, when Trent called out, "Hey, let's go! We don't have all day!" He shouted.

Leo held his hands up, "Timeout!" he cried.

I stuck my tongue out at Trent, who just glared at me again. I shrugged, turning to my friends. Chase was scolding us, "I already told you guys that I don't want to be Spike!" He told us, "Look, I've been waiting for my first day of school for fourteen years, and now I don't even remember it." He told us, looking worse than he did before he turned into Spike the second time.

Leo and I sighed, looking to each other. "When you put it that way, it just makes me feel selfish." Leo said. Bree and I agreed. Adam walked over to his brother, and I thought he was about to hug him or something, but no. He just whacked him on the head, "Oh come on! Snap out of it! I want to win!" He shouted at him.

I grabbed him, pushing him away, "No, Chase is right." I told him.

Chase then spoke up again, "Come on guys. We can still win this thing." he told us, giving us a little confidence booster, "And even if we don't, what do we have to lose?" He asked.

"Our table." "Popularity." "My dignity." "Everything!" Adam, Bree, Me and Leo told him, simultaneously. Trent started trash talking, but I tuned him out, ready to listen to whatever plan we came up with. This time, I wanted part of the action. "Guys, get the ball to me. I'm not the strongest, but I'm the quickest."

Adam pointed to Bree, "No, she is."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm the quickest here without the help of bionics." I clarified. He nodded in understanding. "I can weave through the other team and get to the endzone." I told them all. They all seemed to agree, so we broke up the huddle.

I stood next to Chase, who was behind Adam. I took a deep breath, ready to get this thing over with. I wanted to take Trent down, and I could do that right now. This was all me now. I hadn't done anything this whole game, so I was ready to take it all home.

When Adam hiked the ball to Chase, he nearly dropped it, but caught it just the same. He then handed the ball to me, and I sprinted towards the other team. They tried tackling me, but I kept dodging them, spinning and ducking. It wasn't until I felt that I was home free that it happened. I felt someone barrel their whole body weight against my back, making me fall forward and onto my stomach, crushing my arms and the ball. Though, the thud isn't what I heard. What I heard was a loud snap, and I let out a cry of pain.

"Hehe, not so tough now, are you fag?" I heard Trent spit at me, both with his words and his actual saliva. It landed on my cheek through my helmet. Perry blew her whistle, and called it. The Dingos won, and we lost. I wasn't focused on that as much, since my arm was in so much pain at the moment.

"Blake!" I heard all my friends cry out. I heard their footsteps and felt them roll me over onto my back. I winced as my right arm just dangled like a dead branch. I let the ball go, letting it roll onto the grass. "My arm." I whimpered.

Chase bent down, grabbing it lightly, but I still cringed in pain. He shook his head, "It looks like a dislocation." He informed us, "We need to get him back to Mr. Davenport. He'll know what to do." he explained.

They each agreed, but they didn't do anything. "Um, guys, still in excruciating pain here. Can we hurry this up?" I asked, annoyed. Bree spoke up, "Adam, carry him. None of us are able to hold his weight." She suggested. Uh huh, I bet Chase could hold me up. She was just wanting to see me being all flustered because of her imaginary Blake having an imaginary crush on real Adam. Oh I'll get her, but not now.

I let out sounds of discomfort as Adam helped me up to my feet, which were wobbly, since I just got the wind knocked out of me. "Guys, I'm sorry I didn't win us the game." I told them.

Leo shook his head, "Nah, it's all good. You tried your best." He told me, patting my bad arm, earning yelps of pain. He retreated his hand, "Oops, sorry." He said, smiling sheepishly.

Adam lifted me up over his back so I was riding him piggyback. He was taller than I thought. Leo looked even more like an ant from up here. Though, I couldn't really enjoy the ride, as I had to focus all of my strength holding on to Adam with only one arm.

The walk back to the mansion wasn't that bad, though it was awkward with us walking with the football equipment still on. We had taken off our helmets and handed them to Bree and Leo, and discovered that I also had a small cut on my forehead, which was slightly bleeding. Of course it was, just my luck.

When we walked into the door of the house, Tasha and Davenport were in the living room. With me and Adam in front, they saw my arm, which now that I looked at it better, had a slight bulge in it. Tasha ran over to us, "Oh my word, what happened?" She demanded.

Chase and Bree decided to explain, since they were the ones that seemed a bit more focused. When they told the part about Spike, Davenport didn't look so thrilled, but he put that to the back of his mind, turning his attention to me. "Alright, fine, I'll forgive you this once." He stated, pointing at all of us, "Just this once!"

He then turned to Adam, "Bring him to the lab, I can take a quick x-ray down there." He told my strong friend. Adam did just that, and when he set me down at the table, I smiled at him, "Thanks Adam."

He shrugged, "Eh, no problem. What's the point of having super strength if you can't carry your hurt friends?" He asked, sitting down in a chair. That was probably the most intelligent thing I think ever has come out of Adam's mouth. It was also very sweet.

Davenport took a quick look at my arm, nodding, "Yeah, it's definitely a break." He told me, before moving a small black box over my arm, pressing a button. He then pulled it up on a computer, nodding and sighing. "And that's all it is. A small dislocation that just needs to be reset." He told me. I nodded, "And how will that be done?" I asked.

He gave me a sad smile, "Close your eyes and grind your teeth." He told me suddenly, to which I raised an eyebrow, about ready to question him, when I felt Adam grab my arm and squeeze it hard. I heard another sound, which was more of a click, and an even worse pain from before just raced throughout my whole body.

"GAAAHHHH!" I cried out in pain. Adam let my arm go, looking both guilty and proud of himself. I was about to give him a piece of my mind, when Davenport took the black box to my arm again. He pulled the picture up and made a sound of affirmation, "Okay, the bone is back in it's place." He stated, smiling.

I glared at him, "Gee, thanks for the warning." I told him, sarcastically, rubbing my arm. It still hurt like hell, but now, it wasn't in that bad of shape.

He handed me a black cloth, "Hold your arm out." He ordered. I did as he asked and within the next two minutes, my arm was in a sling. "You'll have to wear that for the next few days, but by Saturday you should be good to go." Davenport informed me.

I sighed in relief, "Thanks Uncle." I told him, hopping off the table.

He shrugged, looking rather sheepish, "Yeah well, you know." He muttered, before giving me a stern look, "No more football for you, at all!" He ordered, sounding just like my dad. I nodded, giving him a smile and a salute, "Yes sir!"

Davenport smiled, "Alright then. Let's go upstairs." He suggested, before looking at both me and Adam, "But go and get cleaned up first. You guys smell horrible." He told us.

Me and Adam looked to each other and saw we were still in most of our football gear. We chuckled and Adam went into his capsule, while I headed for the elevator. I gave Adam one last nod of thanks to him before the doors closed and I headed upstairs.

Bree, Tasha, Leo and Chase approached me, but I silenced them, "I'm good. Adam set the bone back into place and I'll be back to normal in a few days." I explained, and I instantly saw the relief in their faces. Tasha pulled me into a light hug, "Oh thank goodness." She cried, "You had me worried."

I rolled my eyes, pushing away from the lady. "Yeah, well, it's all better now." I then turned to my bionic friends, "You guys might want to go change." I told them. I apparently didn't have to tell them twice, as they raced into the elevator, ready to clean up for the night and just relax. I was hoping to do the same, before Leo pulled me aside by my good arm.

"You good?" He asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, just a little sore." I told him.

He shook his head, "No, I mean, I saw what Trent did to you out there." He told me, gesturing to the little spitting action I received.

I looked away, "Yeah, I'm fine." I told him, though I knew it was a lie. "Just your everyday bully making my life miserable." I stated, sadly.

Leo placed a hand on my shoulder, "Blake, you need to talk to someone about this." He demanded.

I looked to him, "And what would that do? I already tried telling Principal Perry and she just laughs in my face, and none of my other teachers listen to me. Davenport and Tasha can only do so much, so I'm just dealing with it as I go." I explained, feeling my throat starting to close up. Stupid emotions, always ruining my life.

Leo shook his head, "You don't have to deal with it alone. You got me now." He told me, grinning. I smiled at the younger boy, not wanting to talk anymore, but still appreciating what he was saying, "And you have Bree, Chase and Adam too." He told me.

"You should've seen the glare that Adam and Chase gave Trent as he walked away from you. I was scared that Adam's heat vision was gonna activate again." He explained, laughing a bit.

I chuckled too, looking at my friend who was quickly becoming a staple person in my life. Along with Bree, Chase and Adam, Leo was the person I was sure would have my back no matter what. Which, after a lifetime of not having friends, felt really good to have. Life could actually be easy with this family.

Well, that was Commando App, with my own twist on it. I think I did a good job with it. It was a little rushed at times, but overall, I'm proud of it. I plan on doing most of the episodes, skipping some of the more useless episodes, along with my own original chapters, which I haven't written yet. Next chapters should be as follows;

Leo's Jam

Rat's on a Train

Exoskeleton vs Grandma

Smart and Smarter

So yeah, review what you think. I only have gotten two reviews, so I would love feedback. Also, if you can spread this story around a bit, it might help. But I don't care, as I really just love writing and for however many people read my stuff I could care less. I just hope what I write is good quality. So thanks, and bye. See you next time.